It was extremely crowded! Everywhere I went, it was just rammed. But then again, when you have to share a booth with six other strangers at a diner just so you have a place to sit, it does make you meet more folks. Honestly, still glad I did it. And man, some of the food in Georgetown was amazing.

It betrays a serious lack of understanding as to why women are coming forward with allegations now. It’s only recently that they’ve felt there’s enough cachet and safety in presenting these claims on social media - Harvey was untouchable, and an open secret, for decades. But only now do they see that they can be taken…

Ha, I totally flew out to DC for that. It was phenomenally underwhelming, but the trip itself was actually real fun. Hit up all the monuments, John Oliver burst into the diner I was eating breakfast at to do a quick run of soundbites, and then when it ended I grabbed a red eye train ride to New York and spent…

They definitely continued to ignore COVID as much as they could, though. Watching it tear through families and deny them proper funerals was what it took to snap some out of their trance - others merely shifted gears into baseless conspiracies about who was “behind” the outbreak, now that there could be no denying it…

I remember walking out of Ghostbusters 2016 thinking “that really wasn’t that great, but compared to the vast ocean of overwhelmingly mediocre all-dude movies, it’s clear that they should get to make 10 more mediocre sequels.”

It’s a little old-fashioned at this point to say that these people are going to steer us into another civil war. Frankly, by the definition of modern asymmetrical warfare, we’re already there. The Capitol has to keep its fencing up because white terrorist soldiers keep trying to storm the gates and kill - and the…

I think we’re a few months out from contrarians coming in with the “lol Whedon’s cut was better” takes, but one big point in its favor is that the entire fucking mess is over with in 2 hours.

Haha, these fucking people are going to be the ones to start a war with the rest of the country. 

Cage and Travolta were great fun in the 90's, but I think we can reimagine Face/Off for the modern era. The key is to find one actor known for being a wild card, then cast them opposite a slightly more stoic “hero / lead role” type who can still bring the requisite ham and cheese.

Frankly Jennifer Lawrence would smash it too, hence her casting in the McKay movie.

A likely answer: It was a temp track in the edit and they fell in love with it.

I saw some follow-up videos of his get posted on Twitter, and I see what he’s trying to do. He’s going for a lightly humorous meme and it doesn’t really seem like there’s any ill will attached to it. But man. The sheer lack of tact it takes to understand what a phrase like “White Boy Summer” implies.

The job of casting these roundtable talk shows is a tricky one, because you need four women who all agree with each other and one who is a fucking asshole lightning rod of problematic opinions. Everyone would get tired of watching a show full of back-patting, but if the rod starts gathering too much lightning, all of…

I used to just think “Oh he’s just a molding slab of racist gammon, that explains the whole thing.” It was a convincing and uncompelling origin story for his Markle-hate. And then my partner told me about the night they met up for drinks, and instantaneously I started laughing. It makes it so much funnier every time…

Godzilla 2014 was good for a couple moments (in IMAX anyway): The first reveal of the monster, in teasing night shots leading to one big pan upwards; and the HALO jump scene, which is so perfectly ridiculous that it belongs in every movie, including Christmas rom-coms.

I wasn’t fully onboard until they dropped Starro. Okay, okay, you got me.

I know it’s the single from Shame Shame (by no means anyone’s favorite album of theirs), but I’ll always have a soft spot for “Shadow People.”

Freshly-scrubbed 25-year-olds playing 18-year-olds in extremely anachronistic YA fantasies...fine. Make 400 more series like these I guess. But do they HAVE to be steampunk-adjacent?

I like to imagine that there is a capricious, powerful trickster god named SyCo who builds gigantic, gaudy sets - and becomes very very angry if mortals do not constantly fill them with dead-eyed, singing competitions. The fate of the world hangs in the balance. The audience must clap and cry, the judges must point…

Yeah, if we found out Judge Judy (who is/was the undisputed juggernaut of daytime, demolishing everyone else except maybe Oprah in her heyday) was an obscenely nasty piece of work, we’d be like “Hey that’s Judy for you” and keep drinking our raspberry blast Powerade.